Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.